Not all men were created equal. Izuku (Deku) Midoriya knew that all too well.
It was a normal day at Aldera middle school. Bakugo slammed his hand down on Midoriya's desk, snatching the notebook on top. He skimmed through the pages, before blasting the notebook between his palms. "You think a quirkless Deku like you can be a hero?" he smirked, "Give up before you get killed. How about doing it yourself so a villain doesn't have to waste its time to do it!"
Izuku looked at his former friend. "Give it back, Kacchan!" he insisted. He reached toward his notebook, before suddenly feeling a tug. The whole room got a couple degrees colder. Bakugo was shocked.
Katsuki tensed his arm muscles furiously, only to find nothing come out. He glared at Izuku. "What did you do, sh*tty Deku?" he screamed.
"Wha- what happened?" Midoriya mumbled. The whole room was getting dizzy. Why were there two Kacchans? Why was Kacchan grabbing him? And then everything turned black.
Katsuki looked down at the body of his childhood friend, slight confusion visible. When did Deku get a quirk? Why was it so strong? He roughly wiped off the blood trickling down his friend's nose. There was so much. Had- had he done this? Heros don't hurt people, only villains do. Does that mean he is a villain?
Note: Hi! This is my first fanfiction, so go easy on it! Chapters will update as soon as I feel like updating, so don't expect much from me. I only write for fun, and this fic might be crossposted in the future.
